Qin Fengming naturally had no worries about Zhou Chu. He was certain that no one in the Ghost Realm could undo the runic restrictive spell he had placed inside Zhou Chu.
It could be said that Zhou Chu's life and death rested on a single thought from Qin Fengming. Even if Zhou Chu obtained the Dark Silence Hall's devastating weapon, Qin Fengming did not worry that he would refuse to hand it over willingly.
After making arrangements for the Dark Silence Hall, Qin Fengming led everyone away.
The Jiaozhu Mountain Range was a perilous region notorious throughout the Northern Domain and even the entire Ghost Realm. After reading several volumes from the Dark Silence Hall's collection along the way, Qin Fengming had also developed considerable wariness toward it.
It was not terrifying demonic beasts within the region that made Ghost Realm cultivators shrink back, but a storm known as the baleful wind that persisted year-round in the Jiaozhu Mountain Range.
Gust after gust of baleful wind howled through the vast mountain range, sweeping and weaving like vicious flood dragons that twisted and roared across thousands upon tens of thousands of miles. This was precisely how the Jiaozhu Mountain Range had acquired its name.
Wherever the baleful wind passed, the heavens dimmed and the earth darkened, while endless savage, violent auras swept through without cease.
The Valley of Ten Thousand Cries had its terrifying corrosive wind storms. But compared with the baleful wind of the Jiaozhu Mountain Range, those corrosive wind storms fell far short.
At that moment, Qin Fengming's party of ten had stopped just outside this terrifyingly dangerous region.
The distant howling of wind carried from the mountains ahead made everyone who knew the dangers of the Jiaozhu Mountain Range blanch.
Even Qin Fengming, who considered his physical body